Death and Lettuce

She said

the doctor 

smelled

like Death 

and lettuce.

Not dead lettuce,

that is a different texture 

all together;

But crisp, raw

green, watery, sweet,

warm in the sun – 

Lettuce.

.
And Death

thick quilted air,

wet wool coat,

rotting tomato

split wide

and oozing seeds,

frothing 

like shaving cream

black stubble

slain on the compost pile,

oasis for flies –

Death.

.
She should have smelled like

pumpkin seeds,

freesia

blush and bloom,

germinating –

tendrils climbing

ozone, 

Fresh.

.
Yet she will never inherit

my tomorrow.

grasp my heart,

a fist full of broken glass

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Lettuce

12 thoughts on “Death and Lettuce

  1. This is truly amazing! The descriptions are stand alone and vivid. You’ve done an excellent job tying in wordplay and keeping the poem succinct. It’s clearly one of the best pieces of writing I’ve read in a long time.

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